I never liked school. Mostly the people. You've got the populars who I like to call Yuppies, The Jocks, The Players, The Goths and Emos. There's just a ton of categories and labels. And there shouldn't be. If you had to lable me, I'd say plain. Nothing special, really.
"Miss McClure?!" Mrs. Anders nearly shouts in front of my desk. I look up at her and smile sweetly.
"Can you repeat the question?" I ask her. She puts her hands on her hips and saunters over to the whiteboard.
"The American Dream. What is it." She states, writing the topic on the board with a blue Marker. Im silent before answering.
"Its... Non existent." I say, searching for better words. She scoffs and smacks a hand on her forehead.
"How so!?" she asks. Its simple. I stand up to explain clearly.
"The American Dream sounds like a goal to perfection. Perfection doesn't exist and if you think you're perfect, you better check yourself and get off that high horse." I state. The teacher closes her eyes and sits down at her desk. Shes an uptight bitch sometimes.
The bell rings and I stick my book in my locker before heading to the lunch room. Once I get my food, a Yuppie walks over to me and clears her throat.
"Can I help you, Mia?" I ask glaring at her. She crosses her arms before replying.
"You look ugly today." she says, hesitant at first. A small grin forms upon my face.
"Good. I was trying to look like you." I reply simply, look her up and down, and smile sweetly. She groans before giving me her evil little bitch face and walks away with her high heels clicking.
"Damn. What crawled up her skirt." Siena asks, sitting down.
"Probably another guy." I say, and she nearly spits her juice out.
"True that." she says, holding back a laugh. I smirk to myself before throwing my unwanted food away and heading back to my locker. The rest of school goes by like usual (shitty), until I pack up my bag and head home for a friday night. I hop on the bus in my usual seat by the window exit and pop my headphones in. I feel a thud and glance over to see Sean Bell, a wide receiver on the football team.
"Can I help you?" I ask. He puts his hand over his heart in mock hurt.
"Ouch. You too McClure." he says in his sassy tone. I roll my eyes.
"I uh. Just wanted to say.. I liked what you said. About the American Dream... Good. Uh, job." he compliments. I nod and smile and he finds a different seat.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Once I get off the bus, I walk down the street to see a black Chevy truck parked in the driveway. I make a face of confusion before I reach the end of of my driveway. I hear laughter from the back, so instead of walking in my front door, I open the gate and walk around. My mom spots me, but im already shocked when I see the back of a tall guy's head. I cover my mouth and stare.
"C-Camden?" I question. He turns around and looks me up and down before smiling.
"Hi, Maizy." He says. God. He's.... Here.
How'd ya like it? Did ya like it? Let me know in the comments! Yeah its short but Im busy and want to update sooo yeah. Comment, Vote, and Share! I love youu!
-Yo Fave, Mads❤
PS.sorry for typos just roll with the flow
YOU ARE READING
Get Close|| ON HOLD
Teen Fiction"You're an asshole. I've tried so hard to prove myself and to impress you, and this is my reward? Fuck you. If you kill them, might as well kill me." Maizy hisses, refusing to let him intimidate her. "You'll regret this." "No, I won't." ~~~~ Maizy h...
